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The flight to Florida was productive, but left them with lots of unanswered questions. It was profiled that he started off as a reassurance seeking rapist and without more victims it was hard to say with certainty, but they believed he had evolved into an erotic aggression rapist. This profile was developed mainly because of Emily's input and suggestions.
For her she had no problems offering ideas, but this time it was different. Each time she opened her mouth she had to think about what she said, so as not to make it personal or about her, and for her it was a struggle. Not to mention the eyes that constantly watched her, picking apart her every response. To Emily these eyes were an annoyance, a constant reminder, saying she couldn't do her job, but when the plane landed she felt she had won, giving him a glance of, told you so. Luckily no one on the plane noticed this interaction, so there would be no un-necessary interrogation.
When Hotch received the glance of victory from Emily he dropped his head. He didn't intend for his actions to be taken that way, and he hated himself for it. In his heart he thought he was pushing Emily through every word, helping her through what he saw as an obvious struggle, but in reality she saw it as criticism.
As everyone excited the plane he questioned his motives, and began to punish himself for putting that much more pressure on her than she already had. All he wanted to do was help her, and let her know that if she needed someone he was there for her, and so far he had failed. Everything he tried had an adverse effect and he was at a loss, unsure of what to do, but one thing he knew for sure is that he cared about her and if she fell he would be there to pick her up.
Emily was half angry as they left the plane. Why does he criticize me so much? If he was so worried about how this affected my ability to do my job he should have left me at home. Emily looked back at the plane, almost as if giving Hotch another glance; little did she know he caught her glance. He won't doubt me after this case. She re-assured herself.
When they arrived at the station Hotch was able to get Emily alone outside, while everyone else proceeded into the station. "Prentiss." Hotch said firmly getting her away from the rest of the team. He disliked speaking to her so sharply, but he didn't want to seem any other way than normal to the rest of the team.
Good heavens, can't he give me a break? Emily walked up to him, and seemed aggravated.
With all the sincerity he could muster, without straying from his usual persona to seem so obviously taken with her he said, "How are you doing?"
"I'd be doing a lot better if you weren't analyzing everything I say." She said bluntly.
Her words hurt him. Hotch let out a breath and breaking from his normal stoic behavior he let a few emotions show on his face, and the look on his face was a look of heartbreak. "I'm not analyzing you. I just wanted to make sure you are getting through this okay. It can't be easy. I was going to ask you what might be easiest for you to do but since you are fine, I'll place you where I see fit." Hotch started to walk away.
"Hotch." Emily called after him, feeling badly for how she spoke to him. He really did care, why do I have to be such a fool? When she saw him turn around there were no words, she wanted to apologize but she couldn't and she let him walk away.
Inside, JJ was setting up the room and board with photos of the victims, while everyone else started going through the boxes of evidence. Emily filed into the room shortly behind Hotch. Every time she met her eyes with his, they tried to emanate the word sorry, but it just didn't mean the same as saying it.
When it came time for Hotch to split the team up into groups he contemplated hard on where to send Emily, with victim interviews, the latest crime scene or the coroners. Thinking logically he put her with JJ and victim interviews, knowing that most rape victims would only want to talk to females.
JJ had got in contact with four of the victims. The first victim JJ and Emily met with was a woman about Emily's age with completely different features, blonde hair and blue eyes. Emily swallowed hard as she sat down next to JJ, praying she could compartmentalize any emotions if it would come down to that. Holding a straight face, showing a slight bit of empathy she waited as JJ started the interview.
"Anne, I know it's been a long time, but if you can tell us what you can remember, anything will help." JJ said.
"What I can remember? I can remember everything. It was my birthday, August 3rd and we were headed to Miami Beach, I had just turned 18. We were on I-95 and I remember passing the sign for Coco Beach and it wasn't long after that it started getting dark and we had to make a pit stop. We each waited in the truck while the other went in alone."
"Why didn't you go in together?" JJ asked.
Anne let out a small laugh, "It's funny my dad was like don't leave the truck alone, somebody might cipher your gas or steal your luggage. So that's why we took turns. I was second to go and when I went the only other car at the rest area had just pulled out so I was all alone. When I was in the bathroom I heard someone come in and I thought it was my friend but no one answered when I called out to her. I didn't think anything about it and when I stepped out of the stall, no one was there. I washed my hands and when I walked out of the restroom I felt like someone was following me and before I could turn around I saw the glimmer of a knife and felt the cold blade press against my neck. When he turned me around he had a pair of panty hose pulled over his face."
That image popped into Emily's head. She shifted in her seat as if trying to hold in her emotions. As Anne spoke, it sounded all too familiar and in truth Emily didn't want to sit there and listen to it, but she had no choice.
Anne continued, "So as you can guess he raped me there, in the dark of the hallway between the men and women's restrooms. Something I can remember as plain as day is while he was raping me he kept saying, Tell me you like it, Tell me you like it, he wanted me to respond and he forced me to say it."
Emily couldn't talk, she knew if she did that her voice would be shaky. Her eyes started to hurt from holding back tears and she excused herself. As she was leaving the interview room she ran into another woman who saw JJ's press conference. So Emily found another room and started interviewing her.
Emily never did get a break. The interviews started off kind of short and as the day continued on they became longer and more grueling to endure. By the end of the day Emily had about all she could handle, but just as she was about to have a moment to herself the rest of the team walked in and they all met in the conference room.
Hotch asked, "JJ did you and Emily have any luck with the victims?"
JJ nodded her head and said, "The four victims I got a hold of and the three walk-ins we had that saw the press conference were all raped by the same man. He wore a pair of panty hose on his head and came up from behind them in dark places of rest areas. His weapon of choice was a knife and with both his current and earlier victims he would say, tell me you like it. There was one woman who fought back and when she did he got up and ran away, because he had lost control."
Emily felt Hotch's eyes boring into her and while JJ was talking she started to feel shame and embarrassed, knowing that as JJ spoke Hotch was finding out what happened to her, but to show she was okay she said, "From all the victim's accounts I think we are right in saying he evolved into an erotic aggression rapist. Over the years he has kept some of the same MO but now enjoys the pain and terror he inflicts on his victims while still trying to get them to say they like it."
"Where are we on the DNA?" Hotch said, still glancing often in Emily's direction.
"There is none, simple as that." Reid stated.
"If we give this guy a name, and make him famous, then bring him down, it's possible this guy's ego could get the better of him and he might contact the police." Rossi stated correctly.
"I'm with Rossi on this one. That may be our only chance at catching this guy." Morgan said.
"The Nylon Rapist." Emily said, randomly and slightly out of context with the rest of the conversation. It was a name she had came up with a long time ago.
"What?" Morgan said looking at her.
"The Nylon Rapist. I say that's what we name him."
Hotch gave a nod and said, "JJ get this to the press and before we head to the hotel we will give another press conference."
"Yes sir." She said and clicked out of the room.
Emily looked out the window into the darkness and for a moment she was the only one in the room until Morgan got her attention, "Emily? Emily?"
"What?" She said almost annoyed that he was calling her name. Then by his facial reaction she realized how harsh her voice sounded, "I'm sorry. What did you need?" She said trying to make up for it.
"Are you okay? You just seem a little off today?"
"I'm fine." She said, looking around the room at Reid, Hotch and Rossi who were staring her down as if they were waiting for an answer too. Feeling a little too exposed she walked out of the room and on her way out she said, "Hotch I need to speak to you privately."
Hotch followed her into one of the interview rooms. When the door was closed and without hesitating she said, "I can't stay here any longer, I need some time to myself and would like to go to the hotel."
Hotch could see the tears forming at the bottom of her eyelids. "Of course and Emily if you need someone to talk to…I'm here. Don't feel like you have to go through this alone." He said, hoping he wouldn't get some hateful response.
She nodded her head, keeping her arms folded across her chest, "Thank you." She said and walked out.
Hotch wanted to run after her, he wanted to hold her, but now was not the time or place and it may not ever be.
Emily along with all her pain felt those butterflies when he again called her by her first name. I don't even think he realized he did. She thought.
Emily had quite a bit of time at the hotel to herself. She showered, and made a few trips to the snack machine. But alone in her silence she didn't cry, she just thought and her thoughts were consuming her causing her to drift from reality. Everything went back in time and she was that girl again, the one at the gas station re-living every waking moment of that man's horrible act. When she felt her breathing start to quicken, lost in her thoughts, her attention was diverted to the room door that was clicking open and when she saw who it was she said, "Ah man, its you."
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